Lil Ginger Kid

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Started - 27/5/2025

Last update - 6/1/2026

Total work - 7

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Smut =❤️

Fluff = 💚

Angst =🖤

Fem!reader

Male!reader

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Bad sisters

Bibi Garvey

It’s okay = 💚 fem!reader

Call the midwife

Light in the dark (fem!reader)

Part 1 =💚🖤 part 2 = 💚

House of the dragon

Rhaenyra Targaryen

I will protect you part 1 =💚🖤❤️fem!reader

Part 2 (I will protect you) =💚

Supergirl

Kara Danvers

Bored games blood and family

Part 1 =💚

The fosters

Used up

Part 1 = 💚🖤

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Part 1 -the saviour

Then the phone rang.

Your heart slammed into your ribs.

You grabbed it too fast, nearly dropping it. The ringing alone was enough to set him off.

"Hey, hey, baby... it's me."

The moment you heard her voice, something inside you cracked open. Relief flooded your chest so hard it almost hurt. You pressed the phone to your ear, turning your body away from the room.

"Callie?" you whispered.

"Yeah. I'm out, and I—I'm coming. I promise, y/m. I just need to figure out how to get there."

You smiled, small and fragile, like the sound might break if you smiled too big.

"Callie, he keeps getting mad. I've been good. I didn't make a mess. I've been cleaning, see? I—"

The phone was ripped from the wall.

Your breath caught. Time slowed.

The beer bottle flew past your head and exploded against the wall. Glass sprayed across the floor. Your ears rang as your body dropped on instinct, curling in on itself, arms over your head.

"Clean it up," he shouted.

The kick came hard, knocking the air out of you. You nodded quickly, too fast, afraid any hesitation would make it worse. Your hands shook as you crawled across the floor, fingers bleeding as you picked up jagged shards of glass.

You didn't cry. Crying only made it worse.

⸻

The next day dragged on endlessly.

You called Callie again and again. No answer. Each unanswered ring made your chest tighter, heavier. Maybe she couldn't come. Maybe something happened.

At 3:25 p.m., the phone rang.

"Hey baby, it's me. What's going on?"

Her voice wrapped around you like a blanket. You swallowed hard, whispering.

"Callie... can you hurry? He's gone crazy."

There was a pause. Then, soft and scared, "What do you mean?"

Your foster dad's shadow fell over you.

His hand clamped around your arm, crushing. The phone was ripped away.

"Stop calling Callie," he snarled into the receiver.

"Get off me!" you shouted—your voice breaking as you tried to pull free.

The world spun as he threw you into the cabinets. Pain exploded through your back and shoulders. You slid down onto the floor, clutching yourself, trying to stay quiet, trying to disappear.

You watched him hang up the phone.

You lay there shaking, breath shallow, pain pulsing through your body.

She'll come, you told yourself. She promised.

⸻

Later, you were washing dishes again, hands numb, when there was a knock at the door.

"Hello? Anybody home? I need help!"

A man's voice.

You didn't look up. You didn't move. You focused on the water, on the plates, on not existing.

"Hang on!" your foster dad yelled.

He stomped past you.

"Are you deaf or what?" he snapped.

You lowered your head further.

Then shouting—angrier, louder.

"Whoa—what the hell are you doing here?!"

You turned.

Callie stood in the doorway.

Your heart stopped.

"I want to talk to y/n!" she yelled.

"No! Shut up!" he roared, charging toward her.

He grabbed her.

Your body moved before your mind could catch up. You grabbed his arm, tried to shove him away with everything you had.

"Get off her!" you screamed.

You were weak. He wasn't.

He slammed you into the wall. The impact knocked the breath from your lungs. You hit the floor hard, ears ringing, hands flying up to cover them as a gun appeared.

Then—

"Police! Freeze! Get on your knees!"

The voice cut through the chaos like a blade.

Everything stopped.

Callie was on the floor beside you in seconds, her arms wrapping around you, pulling you into her chest like she could shield you from everything.

"It's okay," she whispered, over and over.

Your eyes fluttered open.

"Callie..."

She held you tight, rocking you gently. Her heartbeat was steady. Real.

"Breathe, y/n. You're safe. I've got you."

A shaky, broken laugh escaped you as you clung to her, fingers twisting into her jacket. You didn't let go. You couldn't.

Across the room, Stef watched quietly as you held onto your sister like she was the only thing keeping you anchored to the ground.

⸻

Outside, red and blue lights flashed everywhere. Callie helped you gather your things, never once releasing your hand.

You sat in the car, knees pulled to your chest, backpack clutched like armor.

The man from earlier sat beside you.

"Hey," he said gently. "I'm Brandon."

Your body tensed. You leaned away.

"Y/n," you murmured.

Callie slid in next to you, brushing her thumb across your knuckles.

"He's okay," she promised.

You glanced at Brandon, then back at Callie. Slowly, you nodded.

⸻

That night, you slept curled up beside Callie on the couch. Every time you startled awake, she was still there.

In the morning, the kitchen was loud—too loud. Voices overlapped, dishes clattered. You stared at the table, trying to make yourself small.

"You okay with that?" Callie asked softly.

You nodded, even though you hadn't heard her.

"You'll stay here today. Lena will take you to school later."

"Okay," you whispered.

Before leaving, Callie stopped and turned to Lena and Stef.

"He doesn't eat unless you remind him. He won't tell you if he's hungry," she said. "He doesn't like being touched. And he'll hold it if he doesn't know where the bathroom is."

She swallowed.

"Please be patient with him."

After she left, they noticed your untouched food.

"Sweetie, Bill's on his way," Lena said softly.

"Should I go outside so you can talk?" you asked quietly.

"Yeah, buddy."

You slipped outside and sat on the bench, arms wrapped around yourself.

Inside, Lena stared at the full plate.

"He didn't eat."

"He's terrified," Stef said gently. "We'll give him time."

The doorbell rang.

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I will protect you part 2

Masterlist

I will protect you (part 2)

(Part 1 here)

Okay, so Rhaenyra and y/n (Alicent's sister) are biological rhaenyra and y/n so Jace and Luke are Rhaenyra and y/ns :) it’s a g!p fanfic (rhaenyra) sorry if this wasn’t clear my bad

Yay!

Also BIG TW - birth blood stillbirth if am forgetting anything let me know

Thank you for the support. :)

Also I wanna do a part 3 that’s based right after this let me know if you want this

1 month later

You and Rhaenyra went home to Dragonstone, where you both felt safe. you are, you all are happy.

Your pregnancy is taking it out of you. Waddling is your only way of moving. Rhaenyra often laughs at you as you walk.

It had become a running joke.

2 more months to go until you meet yours and Rhaenyra's child. “It's a boy,” Rhaenyra says as you both continue your walk along the beach, sand in your toes as you walk.

“It’s a girl.” You are so sure this pregnancy felt different with the boys; you didn’t get as tired, but with this one all you want to do is sleep.

You rest your hand on top of your bump. “Well, whatever the gods give us, it will be strong and will be happy.” Rhaenyra reaches for your free hand, taking in her own.

You both stop walking; you turn and look at her. “I love you, Rūs” (baby), you say, smiling at Rhaenyra. You watched her blush. “We have been together for 15 years, and you still blush.” You and Rhaenyra got married when you were 14 and she was 15.

“Do you remember the night of our wedding?” Your mind wanders back to that night.

..

The night of the wedding

Dance, laughter and drinks fill the great hall, you and Rhaenyra holding hands and spinning each other around.

You threw your head back as she spun you around. All you could do was smile. She pulled you back up, and she smiled at your face, seeing how happy you were, which made her chest full with love.

She held your elbows. “We should go on a walk.” Rhaenyra said You nodded your head. You walked both out together.

You both walked next to each other, looking at flowers in the garden, each one perfect. “I wanted to talk to you about the wedding ceremony.” You froze. You’ve been worrying like hell all month about the wedding ceremony.

Rhaenyra moved in front of you and took both of your hands in hers.

“Look, we don’t have to do anything ever. I love you. I know this marriage was meant to be a way to put your house in power, but I don’t want that to be our whole marriage.”

Your eyes fill with tears. You knew about Rhaenyra's career before you, but you didn’t know this much. “I love you too.” Rhaenyra pulls you close and holds you.

——

Back to 15 years in the future, yay!

Rhaenyra watched you sit on the floor as you played with the boys. Lucerys sat between your legs. Jacaerys sat opposite, playing with a wooden boat.

“Do you think it would float, Mama?” Jace asks you, shrugging, “Maybe we can all go to the beach and test.” Jace and Luke both jump up, excited.

“Oh, Mother, can we?” They, Luke says excitedly, running over to Rhaenyra, jumping on her lap, “Pleaseeeeee,” Jace says, giving Rhaenyra puppy dog eyes.

“How about you two make a boat for your baby sister, and we can sail it when she is born?” The boy's eyes light up as Rhaenyra talks, both excited.

“Okay, we’ll start now.” Jace says, grabbing Luke's hand and dragging him out of the room.

“Help me up,” you say, chuckling from the floor, your legs spread across the floor, the skirt of your dress filling the space between your legs.

Rhaenyra moved from her chair and walked over to you and stood in front of you. “You look so cute.” Your arms were placed on the floor behind you as you let out a breath.

Just as you were about to speak, you get a sudden pain in your stomach, like a sort of pressure, and your face twists up.

“Y/n?” Rhaenyra asked, confused by the sudden change, “I need…” Before you could finish, you got a sharp pain.

None of your other labourers were like this; it’s always been a slow increase into pain, not a sudden pain. You look at Rhaenyra. “Something's wrong; this isn’t right.”

—-

It was day 3 of a painful labour; you wouldn’t let anyone touch you, breathe near you, or speak to you.

Sweat dripping from everywhere on your body Your hair pushed back with sweat, and every inch of your body hurt.

You held the wall as you supported yourself against it. “Please let us help.” It was yours and Rhaenyra's handmaid, Elimda Massey.

You let out a breath – “Out.” It was nothing above a whisper, and then a shot of pain rushed down your back. “GET OUT, ALL OF YOU!” You never raised your voice; you never spoke with hate or anger.

Everyone left the room seeing your change, seeing you like this, even though they didn’t want to. They wanted to help, but they also knew you wouldn’t let them.

You made your way over to your chair and held the arm of it. Your body hunched over; you were exhausted; every breath was pain.

You turned and almost fell to the floor. Your back fell to the length of the arm with the chair – a chair you and your children sit in, and you read books to them.

Now you stain your dress and the floor of a room you hold so many good memories in dancing with Rhaenyra, the room you gave birth to your sons in.

Now those memories didn’t fill your head with only pain. You lifted the blood-soaked dress between your legs, you pulled it all, and you knelt naked.

“Get out!” You screamed, looking down; that's when blood flowed out of you like a bucket.

All you could do was scream; you reached between your legs and felt your baby’s head; you screamed and pushed and screamed.

You almost pulled out your child with both hands with every push you pulled. That’s when you saw your child lying on the floor between your legs, attached to you still, part of you.

But Baby was dead.

Your baby girl was ripped dead from your body.

You didn’t have the energy to call for help; you reached back and grabbed the blanket that lay on the chair.

A blanket your wife had made, a blanket you would wrap around Jace and Luke on cold nights, now it carried your baby girl.

“Help”, you called out quietly as if she had her ear to the door, and she opened the door and pushed towards you.

Your back fell backwards against the chair. She saw you hold your blood-covered baby against your chest. The blanket covered your baby’s little body.

“I need you to get my wife, and I need you to cut…” Before you could finish, you just sobbed; you couldn’t look at Elimda; your eyes stayed on your baby.

Without a word, Elimda reaches for a knife and cuts the cord that attaches you and your baby. “You need the afterbirth to come out, y/n.” Her voice was gentle.

You nodded you wouldn’t let go of your baby; it was almost like your body knew you were done.

The afterbirth just slipped out. “Get my wife, please.” Elimda nodded. She leaned towards you and kissed your forehead.

You heard Elimda leave

You don’t know how long you sat on the floor with your daughter wrapped up in a blanket.

——

When Rhaenyra came into the room, she looked over and saw you sitting, holding a blanket; she couldn’t see her daughter yet

She walked over, and a broken noise left her throat at what she saw. Her daughter wasn’t crying or moving. “Can I sit?” Rhaenyra asked, pushing her pain to the side, knowing she needed to be strong for you.

You didn’t speak; you just looked up at your wife. Your eyes were red, your legs were covered in blood, and the same was like your hands and up your arms.

Rhaenyra sat next to you softly. You leaned into her. Rhaenyra looked at her daughter. Her little nose was like yours. She had gentle features and white hair. “Visenya,” Rhaenyra said. A small smile broke across her lips.

You turned and looked at your wife “Visenya Targaryen”, you said softly.

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Kara Danvers

Bored games blood and family :)

Part 1 maybe part 2 coming soon :)

Master list

You and Kara are married; you have been for just under 3 years, and after a lot of trying, you finally got pregnant 7 months, 2 weeks and 3 days ago.

Kara has been doing a great job looking after you, staying up at night with your foot rubs whenever rubbing your back.

Tonight you and Kara are having the Super Friends round for a game night. Kara loves game night; she is very competitive, and you find it funny when she starts swearing in Kryptonian under her breath when things don't go her way.

So you sat on the floor, everyone around the coffee table, your head resting on Kara's shoulder and Kara's hand resting on your thigh.

"It's an intense game of Monopoly; you lost a long time ago, so you're just watching. '1020, you landed on my land,' Lena says with a smile on her face."

Alex lets out a sigh; you can't help but laugh. Alex is doing terribly; she's sold half her land. "Don't laugh; Lena is cheating," Alex says, looking over at you.

Lena lets out a scoff. "Lena is just smart," you say. It's not a lie; you know full well Lena probably preplanned everything before playing. "Thank you," Lena says.

"You're only saying that because she's your sister." Alex says Kelly looks over at Alex and tilts her head with a smile on her face. "It's a game, babe."

While everyone is talking, the baby starts jumping and kicking your bladder. You turn your head and whisper into Kara's ear, "I am going to the toilet."

"Okay, baby, I am telling..." Kara says before carrying on talking about the game and how she's going to win

You reach back and use the sofa as leverage to get on your feet and waddle off to the bathroom. "Is she okay?" Lena asks Kara nods. "Oh yeah, the baby likes to kick Y/N's bladder; she's up every 20 minutes." Kara says

You're sitting on the toilet looking at your phone in your hand when a drop of blood hits the screen you're looking at. "For God's sake," you mumble to yourself.

It's normal for nosebleeds this far into the pregnancy, but it's still annoying, and you've never liked blood.

"Kara," you call out from the bathroom. When she doesn't respond, you reach up and open the bathroom door a little. "Baby, can you come here, please?" You call out.

"Yeah, I'm coming," Kara says back loudly so you can hear her. "I'll be back; pause the game," Kara says before running off to the room, leaving everyone on the floor.

"Do we have to pause the game?" Nia says, looking around, "Brainy is the first one to talk. 'Well, technically, there is no pause in Monopoly, but under the...'" Brainy goes on to explain the rules of Monopoly.

"It's me," Kara says, knocking on the bathroom door. You reach up and open the door and look up at Kara. "It happened again," you say, blood under your nose.

Kara looks down at your T-shirt and sees blood on it.

"Oh, baby," Kara says, kneeling in front of you. She grabs some toilet paper and wipes under your nose. "I am sorry," you say. You feel bad; Kara was enjoying herself, and you've ruined it.

"You've got nothing to be sorry for," Kara says with a smile on her face. "I love you," Kara says, smiling. You always smile when Kara says "I love you"; it warms you up.

"I love you too," you say back.

"Lean forward and open your mouth," Kara says putting the bloody toilet paper into the bin by the toilet, "Can you get me a new t-shirt?" You ask Kara.

"Let's get you out of this one first," Kara says, taking her fingers off your nose, she reaches down and pulls up your T-shirt and over your head.

"No bra?" Kara says Kara always loved your boobs and even more. Now because they've gotten bigger, "my bra makes my boobs itch". You say your boobs have gotten very sensitive.

Kara smirks, remembering what she's meant to be doing. "Right, pinch your nose; I'll be back." Kara stands up and leaves to get you a T-shirt, closing the door behind herself.

"Is that blood?" Lena asks if she was standing outside the bathroom door. Kara looks down at her hand and sees a little bit of blood. "Oh yeah, nosebleed," Kara says.

"Is she okay?" Alex asks Lena, standing next to her.

Everyone in the Super Friends are protective of you. You're the youngest out of everyone; it's like you're everyone's baby sister.

"She's okay; just needs a new T-shirt," Kara says, smiling at Lena. "I should…" Lena tries to open the bathroom door, but Kara stands in front of it, stopping her.

"She's okay; I've got her," Kara says Lena and Alex look at each other. "She's half-naked; I need to get her a T-shirt and probably something to eat." Kara says Lena and Alex walk away happy, knowing you're in safe hands.

While Kara gets you a t-shirt, you get yourself off the toilet and pull up your trousers and wash your hands. You look at yourself in the mirror.

Being pregnant has changed your body. Like, you have stretch marks on your hips and on the side of your boobs and under your stomach. Your face has gotten chubby, your boobs continuously hurt, and your ankles swell up sometimes.

But there are also good parts, like feeling the baby kick or how excited the baby gets when Kara's talking and knowing in 3 months you're going to have a baby, your Kara baby.

You are so lost in thought you didn't even hear Kara come in. "You are so beautiful," Kara says, holding a T-shirt in her hands.

Kara walks towards you so she is behind you; she puts the T-shirt by the sink and rests her chin on your shoulder, and hands fall either side of your stomach.

Her hand is flat against the sides of your stomach, her thumb lightly going up and down. Kara looks at you in the mirror; the baby starts kicking her hand with strong, hard kicks.

"Someone happy," Kara says, feeling the baby. You reach away and put your hand over Kara's. "He's a mummy's boy," you say. Kara has a huge smile on her face; she loves feeling the baby kick.

"Of course, he is," Kara says before kissing your shoulder. "Kara", you say. She looks up; she raises her eyebrows. "That's an old T-shirt; it won't fit," you say with a smile.

"Oh crap, I'm sorry. I'll get you a new one," Kara says with apologetic eyes. You turn around and face her. "No, go play Monopoly; I'll get a T-shirt," you say before kissing Kara.

"Okay, shout if you need anything," Kara says before leaving. She closes the door behind herself. You run the tap and clean the blood off your face and pick up the T-shirt that didn’t fit.

It's from a Halloween costume; it's a belly top. You put it on; it just about covers the middle of your stomach. You walk out of the bathroom. "You okay?" Lena says as you waddle to the bedroom.

You stick up your thumb. "I'll be 5 minutes," you say back before disappearing into the bedroom. You start looking through the closet for a T-shirt. You can't find one, so you sit down at the end of the bed.

You take off the T-shirt you have on and let out a yawn. "Just 5 minutes," you say, lying down on the bed.

And closing your eyes and falling asleep

20 minutes later...

"It's been 20 minutes now," Lena says, looking down at her watch. Nia looks over at Lena. "She's sleeping." Everyone looks at Nia.

"Is this dreamer thing?" Kelly asks everyone, eyes still glued on Nia. She sighs, "She's snoring; listen." Nia rolls her eyes.

Everyone goes quiet and listens and hears you snoring away. "How do you sleep with that noise?" Alex asks.

Kara shrugs. "I am going to go check on her." Kara stands up and goes into the bedroom and sees you lying on your side, your pregnancy pillow under your stomach.

Topless, your mouth still open, snoring away, Kara smiles. She takes the blanket from the bottom of the bed and lays it over you.

It had a Supergirl logo – well, the House of L logo. You saw it when you were shopping and had to get it, "Kara," you mumble out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up," Kara says, standing at the end of the bed.

"Cuddle me," you say. Kara smiles. "Everyone's still here," Kara says. You sit up so you can see her face and tilt your head at Kara.

"You used your penis and put a baby in me so you can give me cuddles, and I am cold and my boobs hurt," you say before lying back down.

Kara was born on Krypton, which means she has what's considered male genitalia, but it never bothered you and never will.

"I'll be back," Kara says before leaving the room and going into the living room. "Hey everyone, Y/N doesn't feel well, so I am going to call it a night." Kara says with a smile, Alex can tell Kara is lying because she gets the crinkle.

When Kara is lying, she scrunches up her eyebrows, making a little crinkle between them; you think it's cute.

"Goodnight, I hope everyone had fun, bye," Kara says before pretty much running out of the room back to you.

"Kara's getting laid," Nia says. "Oh god, please, I don't want to think about that," Lena says back. Somehow, Nia always manages to say things at the worst time.

...

10 minutes later...

"Soft right?" You say as Kara runs the palm of her hand over the skin of your boob, "You know I read your nipples can fall off when you breastfeed," Kara says.

Your face instantly turns into a face of disgust. "That's horrifying; I like my nipples," you say. Kara smiles and brushes her thumb over your right nipple.

"I like them too," Kara says before kissing your cheek. You let out a laugh. "I know you do." Kara smiles; she likes this. Be able to be close to you without it being sexual.

Sure, sex is amazing – like, really amazing – but sometimes it's nice to be with you in different ways, just being comfortable with each other.

Kara leans down and kisses you. Her lips were soft. The bedroom door opens. “Oh, sorry,” it was Lena. It’s not the first time she’s walked in on you and Kara.

Not that this was leading anywhere; it was more of a comfort in the moment. “Lena, it’s fine,” you shout, pulling up the blanket to cover yourself up.

The door creaks open. Your sister stood there with an awkward smile. “Hey, so sorry for interrupting…” Kara jumps in, “No, we were just…” You look over at Kara, telling her to shut up with your eyes.

“What’s wrong, Lee?” You say trying towards your sister. Lena clears her throat. “Right, can I stay the night? My driver isn’t available.” Lena knows how to drive, but she likes using her driver; she said it's easier, plus she doesn’t have to pay for parking.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Kara will help set up the sofa”

——

Kara was helping Lena set up the sofa for her sleep on “you exited?” Lena asks, putting a pillowcase over a pillow. Kara looks at her confused.

“For the baby? Are you excited?” Lena clarifies with a chuckle. Kara's face goes from relaxed to smiling; her eyes light up.

“I’m so excited I can’t wait.” Kara's voice is bubbly and full of happiness; everyone knows Kara is going to be an amazing mum.

“Are you not worried about anything?” Lena says, almost shocked, she spoke to you about the baby, and you're terrified that you're going to do something wrong; you're worried.

You're going to end up like Lionel Luthor, your father, a cold, fake man who didn’t speak to you or Lena growing up unless photos needed to be taken.

Or even worse, you’ll end up like Lillian Luthor – ruthless and harsh. You could hate that; you want your child to feel loved and cared about.

“No, me and y/n are going to be amazing. Why? Did you say something? I know she’s having a hard time.” Kara knows how open you are with Lena; you tell her everything.

Kara straightens out the blanket on the sofa, looking away. Lena “Kara, just look after her. I know the baby is important, but so is she.”

Kara looks up at Lena and nods. Lena knows Kara would do anything to protect you, but she just needed to hear it.

——

When Kara comes back in the bedroom, she finds you asleep, a long pregnancy pillow under the side of your belly and between your legs.

You looked peaceful. Kara carefully slides into bed behind you, Kara careful not to wake you up, knowing sleep hasn’t been coming easy.

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Hey y’all part 2 to light in the dark

Part 1

Tw - talk of injury

Master list



You felt vulnerable. Patsy has seen you naked a hundred times, but this felt different. This felt more intimate, more vulnerable, having her look after you.

You had your arms crossed over your chest trying to cover yourself up. “Do you want to go to the police?” Patsy asks as she gently uses the cloth to clean your arm.

“No, I don’t want anyone knowing.” Your voice rises slightly; your tone is rough and more stern.

“Okay, what about work?” Patsy asks you to let out a huff trying to think, “I’ve never used a sick day; I could take them all at once,” you say, turning to look at Patsy for the first time.

Since getting into the bath

“You're so beautiful, you know.” Patsy says, smiling at you. Her hand reaches up; you feel her hand on your cheek. You lean into the touch, closing your eyes.

.

After you were clean, the bath water left a dirty pink colour from the blood and dirt. Patsy helped you into her bedroom.

She helped you into a set of her pyjamas that were comically too big for you. She couldn’t stitch your leg, so she put a bandage on it.

She looks up at your face; her heart breaks seeing your face beaten and broken, your eye swollen shut.

Patsy helps get you under the covers. Normally she would lay her head on your chest, but she worries she might hurt

She moves slowly, helping you lie down. She lies next to you on her side. “You're beautiful,” Patsy says, moving a small piece of hair off your face.

“I look horrible” – at least that’s how you feel every part of you aches. it felt like it was on fire Your head was throbbing.

“You look beautiful.” Patsy rests her head on her hand, elbow resting on the bed dipping next to you.

You let out a yawn. Your eyelids felt heavy. Patsy moves her free hand onto your chest so she can feel you breathe. It was comforting for her.

Patsy wanted you to fall asleep, your mind hopefully going somewhere peaceful, somewhere the pain rushing through your body was gone.

Patsy stayed up and watched you sleep, making sure you were breathing and making sure you were okay.

—-

About an hour after you fell asleep, the bedroom creaked open. It was Patsy's roommate, Trixie.

“Oh, sorry.” Trixie's voice wasn't loud; it was quiet. “What for?” Patsy asks, playing dumb, Maybe with you in her bed? It doesn’t look good.

“Waking you up?” Trixie says with a smile as she turns on a small lamp on her bedside table, “It’s okay; I was already awake,” Patsy says, looking up at Trixie.

Trixie's eyes fall to you curled up next to Patsy, holding onto her. “She’s had a rough night.” Patsy tries to write you being in her bed as something friends would do, not lovers.

“I see.” Trixie gives her smile before moving towards the mirror. Starting her night-time routine, Patsy moves her eyes back to you and smiles.

“I wouldn’t care for you.” Trixie's voice was soft, eyes finding Patsy in the mirror. “Care about what?” Patsy says, confused but also playing dumb, Could Trixie be referring to you and Patsy?

Trixie Let's out a sigh and turns and looks at Patsy. Trixie would see a slight panic in her eyes. “You and Y/N, I find it sweet. You have someone who cares for you so much.” Patsy's brain goes into panic mode; she can’t know.

“I think you’ve gotten the wrong end of the stick, Trixie.” Patsy says her voice was supposed to be confident, but it wasn’t; it was shaky.

“I won’t tell, I promise.” Trixie says, trying to reassure Patsy more than anything.

It’s almost like you can feel Patsy tense up in your sleep. You reach forward and turn into hiding yourself, no helping the situation as you move your hand into her hip.

“I think you’ve gotten really cute together; it’s so clear the love you two have for each other.” Trixie says with a smile, Patsy can’t help but smile back; maybe she can trust Trixie.

“Please don’t tell anyone.” Patsy pleads with Trixie, who just smiles. “I wouldn’t dare. You’re my best friend, Pats. I just want you happy.” Patsy nods her head at Trixie's words, seeing she means it.

Trixie, with one last smile, turns back to the mirror and continues to take off her makeup. “Oh, Pat, just so you know, if you hurt her, I will kill you.” Patsy lets out a chuckle before going and watching you sleep.

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G!p Rhaenyra Targaryen x pregnant!reader

I will protect you

Info - when family feud and blood is spilled will it ever really heal

Masterlist

I could do a part 2 if you’ll want :)




The candles flicked around the bedchambers, the sound of wind and grunts and loving whispers filling the space.

It started with simple spooning and quickly turned into something more, with you on your side and Rhaenyra thrusting in and out of you.

her hand falls to your chin; she pulls your head back onto her side, her soft, gentle lips Meeting your neck and jaw “rhea…” You moan out.

Your wife knows when you moan her name you're going to cum; she doubles her efforts, her tongue dragging across your jaw slightly.

Your free hand grabs the sheet and squeezes your knuckles Turing white, “Come with me.” Her voice is like velvet in your ears; it pushes you over the edge.

Your body tightens; Rhaenyra's rhythm doesn’t change, doesn’t falter. She moans in Valyrian; it is muffled due to her mouth being on your neck.

She cums first, her teeth pressing on your neck as she does. She keeps pumping in and out as you squeeze around her, following behind, cumming.

You’ve never felt so relaxed. Every time you and your wife have sex, it’s the after you like the feeling, the closeness, the comfort, everything leaving your mind, the simplicity of just you and her.

“Don’t pull out,” you huff out. You feel Rhaenyra's lips kiss the back of your neck; her hand falls into your stomach, resting on the side of your baby bump.

“I love you.” Rhaenyra's voice vibrates down your back. “Issa zaldrīzes” (my dragon) before Rhaenyra could reply with something sweet, cheesy even, there was a knock at the chamber door.

“Princess Rhaenyra, Princess Y/N, the king has called for you,” the knight says, not daring to open the door.

“Is it important?” Rhaenyra calls out that neither of you want to move, and you definitely don’t have the energy to do so.

“It involves the children.” Something snapped in the both of you. The mood shifted; no longer a soft, thoughtless, peaceful feeling, it was now a place of panic.

“Okay, we’re coming,” you shout, your voice full of panic. Rhaenyra pulls out; she’s on her feet first. You try and move quickly, but the baby bump is slowing you down. “Help”, you say on the edge of the bed.

“You can stay here; I’ll handle it.” Rhaenyra says, Seeing how pregnant you are, you're about 6 months pregnant.

“No, Jayce and Luke need us both.” Rhaenyra knows she can’t convince you, so she reaches and pulls you up. When you're standing, she grabs 2 nightgowns.

She helps you get yours on while you tie yours up. She gets her on and ties it. “I’m sure it’s nothing too bad,” Rhaenyra says, seeing your panicked eyes.

You move towards the door and open it. You walk out first, following behind the knight, and Rhaenyra follows you.

You reach back for her hand; she takes your hand. “It’s fine, it’s fine,” you keep saying, but you have a crashing feeling in your chest; you know something awful has happened.

——

“Jayce, Luke,” you called out, pushing the door open in the red sceptre. Everyone in the castle all gathered round, but you didn’t even notice you wanted your children.

You see Luke holding his nose, and Jayce stood next to him. Rhaenyra rushes over to Jayce, checking over a cut on his face.

You bent down in front of Luke. “Let me see, baby.” You say moving his little hands off his nose; it’s broken, definitely broken.

You kiss his head before standing back up. “What happened?” Rhaenyra commanded To know she stood in front of her family protecting them while standing behind her but you could still be seen

The room corrupted. Everyone shouting and screaming, trying to herd; Viserys held onto his cane. Confusion and frustration filled his body. “Enough! All of you silence.” His voice took control of the room.

His eyes meant his daughter, then to his grandchildren, then to his sons. , while blood covered his face and a stitching covered his eye, “I want to know what happened now!” Viserys says

Jace stepped forwards. His voice stumbled at first. “Aemond insulted us. He insulted our mothers,” he said, more confidence, more strength filling his voice.

“He called us bastards because we don’t have fathers.”

Yours and Rhaenyra's relationship was rare; it was not uncommon, but Rhaenyra being in line to be queen added a different pressure.

Viserys turns to Aemond, looking at him, looking for something in his face. You pull your children close. “Aemond, why would you say such a thing?”

Aemond's eyes filled with hate. “Because it’s true. Look, they are being raised by two women. It’s wrong, mo…” He bit his tongue, near revealing who filled his head with such hatred.

“Alicent…” is all you spoke. Your voice is soft. Your sister had betrayed you, someone you trusted more than most, someone you looked up to.

Alicent's face dropped. She saw pain on your face; your eye swelled with tears. Alicent's mask slipped, but only for a second.

You lifted your head. Alicent's voice was stuck in her throat. Rhaenyra turned to look at you; she could see you were hurt.

“If you can’t admit what you said, Lady Alicent, at least have the decency to control your children.” Rhaenyra said, You stood in front of your children . You didn’t defend Alicent like you normally do; you just stood.

The tension between everyone in that room could be seen and felt; it was horrible – it was dark even.

Viserys took in a deep, shaky breath. His dying body shook, but he fought through; he needed to be strong now.

“Enough.” His eyes went around the room looking at each person. “This has gone too far. I will have order.” Viserys voices stuff of dominance and charge.

No matter what he said, everyone in that room knew the foundation that had been cracking for years that held them together just fell apart.

“This fighting must stop.” He announces no room for argument or question: “We are one. We are family. We are blood.”

You watched your sister's face fill with rage. “No, that is not enough!” Alicent cried out, taking control, her voice full of rage and hate.

“Aemond had been permanently disfigured; our son, Prince Lucerys, brought a knife. He wished to kill Viserys!”

Viserys was done with this; he wished to go back to bed. He was tired of trying to make everyone happy. “Alicent…” Viserys tried, but he cut off.

“No, you must do something; he took my son’s eye. There must be justice, consequences, something.” Her voice took over the tension in the room.

Viserys sighed. His body went rigid. “What would you have me do?” He said, looking at Alicent, his wife, “They are children!” His voice was full of rage.

Alicent looked over at Luke, who was pale as he held onto you; her eyes were locked on his. “I want one of her sons eyes, as my son lost an eye.”

You pulled them both even closer, moving them behind you as Rhaenyra moved closer to you, building a wall between her children and Alicent.

“This is madness.” Rhaenyra shook her head in disbelief. “You’re speaking of mutilating my children.” You move the boys behind you, knowing you would die before anyone came near them.

Alicent's eyes search the room they landed on, Ser Criston Cole. “Ser Criston Cole being me the eye of Lucerys Targaryen,” Alicent's voice full of desperation and anger.

Cole meant Alicent's eyes: “Your grace, I am sworn to protect you.” The truth is he is confident; on one hand, he has been told to do something on the other hand, it would lead to his death if he did, “but not like this”. He made his choice.

“Case this insanity” Viserys's cane crashed with the floor under his feet, making his words boom across the room: “This ends now. I will not…”

Rhaenyra turns her back away from everyone back to her family, her hand coming to rest on your stomach, unaware of what is happening behind her back.

Alicent rushes towards your family. Rhaenyra, back with a dagger in hand, rage filling her face, you push past them all and grab Alicent, holding her arms.

You struggle to hold the knife away, but you have to. Adrenaline rushes over you. “Y/N, Rhaenyra calls out.

“Stop this, sister!” You hiss out. Your voice is shaky; you tried. Everyone froze; no one moves, and no one spoke.

“Let me go!” Alicent desperately shouts at you, but you hold her. “You did this! You took everything from me; you turned them against me.” Alicent said, pushing forward slightly, but you held your ground.

“Stop this madness!” Your eyes, once understanding, now turning to rage. “You can’t stand the fact she chose me. She loves me, and we’re happy.” Alicent has always been jealous of you and rhaenyra the closest you both had, even when you were young.

“Your crown is slipping, sister, and now everyone sees who you truly are.” With that, Alicent struggles against you and frees herself, not without the dagger dragging down your arm.

You fall back into your wife; she holds you, “y/n”. Rhaenyra's eyes fall to the blood dripping down your fingers onto the floor.

Rhaenyra's hand moves to cover the cut. It was long, about 5-6 inches blood oozing from it.

“Alicent, cease this madness; step away!” Otto's voice cut through the room. Alicent drops the dagger; it clangs against the floor as Alicent moves without realising.

Rhaenyra doesn’t even look up; her eyes stay on you; everyone else fades into the background. “Are you okay?” Rhaenyra asks.

“We’re okay, I promise,” you say, always referring to the baby, “I’ve got you.” Rhaenyra says kissing you was a kiss of comfort more than anything.

The room was tense. Everyone's eyes were on the both of you, watching, waiting for something, but nothing did. Rhaenyra didn’t even look up; she just led you out of the room, the boys following behind you both.

——

You sat in the bedchamber; Rhaenyra watched closely as the maesters stitched up your arm.

“I’ll kill her.” Rhaenyra says plainly it was always easy for her to say before you could say anything to the maesters, “It’s a clean cut; it will heal, but you will scar, I’m afraid.”

He finishes his stitching and stands up. “Thank you,” you say, giving him a smile. He nods his head and leaves, leaving you alone with your family.

“Boys, come here,” you say, turning to face them.

“Come here,” you say with a smile. Both boys walk over to you; they stand in front of you, heads down, upset with themselves.

“My sweet boys, this isn’t your fault.” Neither of the children look up at you or Rhaenyra, eyes still glued to the floor.

“Do you understand you mustn’t blame yourselves?” They look up, and you then, Rhaenyra, both their mothers have soft, gentle eyes, not disappointed eyes. They wouldn’t have their mothers.

“Help me up,” you say, reaching back and tapping Rhaenyra’s hand that’s resting on the top of your chair.

She uses that hand to always push you up. You use your uninjured arm to push yourself using the arm of the chair.

“I love you both,” you say, pulling your children in for a hug. You feel their arms around you well as far as they can go with your belly in the way.

“Now hug your mother and go to bed. No more trouble.” Jace and Luke let go of you and grab their mother.

Rhaenyra hugs Jace and Luke, giving them a kiss on the head. They both leave and go to bed, leaving you and your wife alone.

“You need to watch what you say,” you say, glancing at Rhaenyra before making your way over to the bed, trying even more than you were earlier.

“I meant it.” Rhaenyra says, sighing, you lift up the cover of the blanket. “Rhae, the maester was there; he could say something. You could be hanged for threatening the queen.” You lie down, hissing as the stitching on your hand hits the blanket.

Rhaenyra walks over to and sits in the middle of the bed so she is closer to you. “I will kill anything or anyone that hurts you.”

You know Rhaenyra is fiercely protective of you and the boys; she would start wars for her family. It’s one of the many things you love about her.

“I love you, Issa zaldrīzes” (my dragon), you say, moving even closer to her. Rhaenyra smiles at the closeness and watches you fall asleep.

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Patsy mount x reader

Tw - SA (kinda more of a hint of it the word is never said but suggested) , cuts blood injuries.

If you guys have any tips to improve my writing please let me know

Part 1 btw idk how how many parts I’ll do



You walk into Nonnatus's house, your hand turning white from gripping your bag so tight while the other holds your coat ripped and torn

You turn your head towards a small mirror, you can only see your face with dried blood just under your eyebrow and your right eye is swollen shut with a cut on your lip.

You can’t stand the sight yet, you can’t look away, and you don’t recognize yourself, it’s like someone is standing there looking at you, a stranger looking back at you.

Your mind goes blank for a second, then you realize you can’t let anyone see you like this, especially Patsy, oh god, if she saw you.

You don’t want to get upset, so you limp up the stairs heading towards your room, your ankle swollen.

You stupid, not even an hour ago, you were excited to tell Pasty about the twins you delivered, a boy and a girl. They were so cute, so innocent yet to be ruined by the world's hatred, the world's violence.

You shut your bedroom door, you start taking off your clothes slowly. It seems every time you move, a new pain appears in your arms, legs, and shoulders all over.

The red cardigan is left on the floor, you sit on your bed and try and undo your shoes, bending down your whole chest, it feels as if it’s on fire.

You sit back up, roll up your dress skirt and see a cut on the inside of your thigh. The tights you had ripped and torn, broken are deep and still bleeding.

You look over at your pillow more, specifically the pillowcase you could use to stop the bleeding, you reach forward and take it, fold it in half.

You place it in the cut. It needs stitches. You place the pillowcase on your leg and push it down, you let out a whine, close your eyes and let out a shaky breath.

*knock knock knock*

The door opens before you can react. It hides you. “I didn’t hear you come in.” You knew that voice you would recognize it everywhere. “Patsy goes away, you whisper out unable to go any louder.

A part of you wants to turn around and hold Patsy until you fall asleep. The other part of you doesn’t want her to see you like this.

Patsy sees the small bruising scuffs on the back of your arms and your hair is a mess. She closes the door. “Pats please”, you say your’ve voice breaks.

Patsy walks around the bed to you. Her chest tightens and her stomach drops when she sees you “Oh my love”. You don’t look up you keep your eyes down.

“Don’t you?” you say as Patsy reaches out for you trying to give you comfort. “Close your eyes” It was a simple request. you comply

“Breath” Patsy says as she gets down on her knees in front of you. “Can I see your leg?” Patsy asks you to move your hand away, slowly shaking as you

The pillowcase is left resting over the cut on your leg. Patsy reaches forward and removes the pillowcase and sees a 3-inch cut on your leg. It’s deep and needs stitches.

The bleeding slowed down. That’s good.

“We need to clean this up.” You open your eyes, Pasty gives you a comforting smile. “I think a nice warm bath will work, Is that okay?” Patsy asks you, nod your head.

“Don’t let anyone see me. I don’t want to be pitied, so please stop looking at me like that?” you say, holding your head up slightly to level your eyes with Patsy.

You’ve always been the strong one between you and Pasty. You help her through her nightmares and stay up late listening to her talk about whatever she needs to talk about, so her seeing you so vulnerable like this breaks her heart.

“I love you”, Patsy says, her voice, breaking slightly. “I love you too, Pats”. You say a small smile grows on your face. It hurts, but Pasty needs to see a smile.

Patsy wipes away her tears and stands up. “Right let’s get you in the bathroom. A nice warm bath will clean the cuts out.” Patsy is using her nursing voice now.

You try and stand up. you fall, but Pasty catches you. She holds you up. “I’ve got you” Pasty whispers. She pulls you close her hands are gentle and soft.

-.-.-.-.-.-

Patsy got you in the bathroom. She’s sitting you on the edge of the bath. “Can I unbutton you?” Patsy asks you to give her a nod.

She unbuttoned your uniform. All 5 buttons were undone with such gentle care, as she slid the uniform down you're arms. The new injuries revealed themselves.

Patsy holds herself together even though all she wants to do is sob and hold you and never let go.

“Leave up if you can,” Patsy says, trying to wiggle the dress under your butt, letting out a moan as you lift yourself up.

Now you sit on the edge of the bath in nothing but your underwear and your bra. That’s when Patsy sees bruising on you’re inner thigh.

Her voice gets stuck in her throat, fearing the worst “I didn’t let him”, you say, swallowing trying your best not to break down

Pasty reaches forward. Her arms go around your waist. Her head rests on your legs “I am so sorry”, Patsy says as she turns her head to kiss your leg.

“It’s okay, Pats, we’ll be okay,” you say as your hand reaches up and strokes her head. You know it hurts for Pats too.

With everything that happened in her childhood, you understand why she’s struggling, so you want to help her even though you're in pain.

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Bibi Garvey x reader

Okay so I’ve never really written anything before so if it’s shit let me know and give me tips please

(Slight plot whole so Yn was meant to have all the kids maybe Donald’s dad has Ursula‘s kids cool)

Bad sisters season 1 episode 5 “An Eye for an eye”

You got a call from Eva she told you to come and pick Bibi up from JP's birthday she didn’t tell you wanted only that Bibi wouldn’t stop crying

Ruben sat in the back of the car “Mam can we get McDonald on the way back?” Ruben says not understanding what’s happening

“Maybe baby you have to go with one of your aunties,” you say looking into the rearview mirror to see your son “Is mam…” you watch his face change

“She’s okay baby,” you say trying to reassure him “I promise,” you say as you park outside the paintballing place

You see an ambulance outside loading a man in you couldn’t see much else to focus looking for your wife

You get out of the car and walk around and open Ruben's door “Come on” you take his hand and walk into the reception you see all the sisters standing around Bibi who has her hand in her hair her elbows on her knees sitting on an old red plastic chair staring down at the ground not a sound coming from her

Your heart breaks for her you hate seeing her upset Bibi always the strong one so seeing her broken breaks you too but you put on a brave face for her and your son

“Can you take him?” you say looking at the sisters hoping one of them will it’s not that you don’t want Ruben around it’s just better he doesn’t see Bibi like this

You look at Becka and see her holding her holding an ice pack on her lip

“Yeah of course,” Eva says taking his hand you kiss the top of his head and walk over to Bibi knee down in front of her

“Bi?” You say softly your voice not more than whispers you hear the sisters leave footsteps behind you

Bibi looks at you her eyes brim with tears “Oh my love let’s go home” You lean forwards and kiss her head before standing up you reach down and lift her

Bibi Doesn’t let go of you her hand clings to your arm tightly when you reach the car Bibi opens the car letting go of the for the first time she gets in you close the door trying your best not to be loud about it

You make your way around to the other side of the car you don’t know what’s happened but whatever it is it’s hurt her you haven’t seen her like this not since she lost her eye

“Dive slow” her voice breaks as she speaks “I will…I love you,” you say with a smile you reach over and squeeze her thigh

The dive home was quiet Bibi didn’t say a word nor did you Bibi couldn’t look at you her body was stiff

Bibi gets out of the car first and goes inside you lock the car and follow behind her home was always a safe place for Bibi and you so when you close the door

Bibi lets out a sob you come up behind her and wrap your arms around your hands joining in the middle of her stomach as her crying becomes worse she turns In your arm

Her head resting on your chest her arms wrapped around you and yours wrapped around her you whisper sweet nothings into her ear trying to relax her you don’t know how long you two stood like that

You managed to get Bibi into the shower you showered with her you spent time cleaning her hair massaging her scalp

When you get out and you are both dried yourself and in PJs Bibi gets into bed you get in behind her and spoon her holding her close

“I blinded him…” Bibi says you kiss the back of their neck showing her your listening “I didn’t mean to but I did” Bibi says swallowing whatever is in her mouth making it go dry

“It’s okay” You pull her closer your arms tighten around her your lips meet the back of her neck again

That night Bibi didn’t sleep nor did you just hold her tight remembering her you loved her and it wasn’t her fault